Farah seems... More tired, suddenly.

"...It's a visible symbol of the war and the demands it's made on them. And a fundamental change in the world too. You don't think industry like this would make the older farmers in your village gasp and clutch at crucifixes? It would, if they had to see it every day."

They approach a large free-standing building, built like a hunting lodge. It probably is a hunting lodge, sans hunters.

"Oh," she says. "… Yeah. I guess they would."

She relaxes a little more as they near the ground.

"If you have any clever solutions, feel free to let me know and if it's particularly insightful and might be actually helpful I will be grateful and write a letter to the War Coordinator for this part of the country about it."

She thinks a bit. "… Do any of them have jobs, at the mill?"

"Yes, but-" She glides in for a landing as smooth as the beginning of the flight was on the grassy yard "-most of the ones with jobs are young men who got out of being soldiers for it, which makes it a bit complicated."

"Oh." She gets a bit distracted by the landing, then pulls a face in response the previous topic.

"Go ahead and ask, whatever it is you're mulling over. I should rest, your few days of lessons with me can start tomorrow."

She steps off the 'wing and starts unpacking gear. A maid-or-something comes out to help. 

"Oh, hello, dear. I take it you're the new Witch? I'm Mary, one of Dame DeVoult's assistants."

"I am," she smiles. "Evelyn – it's nice to meet you."

She looks over at Farah and pauses some more. "I just — yeah, it seems complicated."

"They should just be glad they don't live in Karlsland," mutters Farah. "Evelyn, you should get settled for the night. Mary, get her the navigation book when you get her settled, will you?"

"Of course, Dame DeVoult. I'll show you one of the guest rooms, Evelyn. Shall I carry your bags?"

"– Oh, uh, I'm sure I can manage."

She picks them up, one by one. There are a couple too many for a single trip.

Mary carries the remainder inside. She points out the kitchen, toilet, lounge, Farah's offices, guest rooms, bath room - "Your bath will be ready in two hours, after dinner." - and so on, along the way.

It's totally a hunting lodge. The walls of the central hall are still adorned with trophies, taxidermied heads of impressive-looking deer, boars, even a bear.

… Wow. Uh. Um. That's, uh, showcasey.

She inspects them as she passes.

"You think they're a bit creepy, too?" Asks Mary, a little hopefully. "I heard the condition they gave on letting Dame DeVoult use this place is that she leaves all the trophies where they are."

"… Don't see why they couldn't be moved temporarily."

"Barons're easy to offend, it's better not to unless there's a really good reason."

Evelyn tries very hard not to make a face.

"I can ask Dame DeVoult if I cover them with sheets or something if you wish, young miss."

"It's not that bad, just – didn't realize."

"Very well, young miss. I'll bring you the book Dame DeVoult asked me to show you in just a minute."

"Thank you," she nods.

And her bags are delivered into the guest room and they'll wash what she's wearing during her bath if she wishes and here's the book, simply titled Don't Get Lost.

That's very nice of them!

Does she have time to start the book before dinner?

Dinner is served pretty much immediately, so unfortunately no.

Oh well. She should have time after dinner and then maybe after her bath.

Dinner is... Quiet. Mary and another servant set out a meal for Evelyn and Farah, then set their own at the far end of the table. The servants speak quietly to each other, but Farah is silent.

It's reasonably good food, but not any kind of fancy. Either Farah eats humbly or she doesn't actually get paid all that much.